The chamber was sparingly lit, the light contained to a pair of globes of forgotten design hanging from the arched ceiling. The room itself was no different, a mere ten feet across and twenty deep, made of a dark stone, unfamiliar to the brightness of the sun. The floor itself was covered in a slight layer of dust, undisturbed for centuries at the least.
It's location could be thanked for that. Carved into the side of the largest mountain on this world, this specific chamber was buried beneath a wall of snow and ice, seemingly ignorable save for the singular logo centered on the entrance door. A highly ornate head of a Wyvern, native to this world, molded from pure obsidian. It split apart with unmatched ease once the dig teams had fully removed the natural blockage, as if by magic.
Despite the weather outside, the chamber itself was warm, a hidden energy compelling it to resist the freezing temperatures that lay beyond it's open exterior. The red robed figures who first step foot into the chamber did not mind in the slightest, nor could they. For long ago their flesh had withered, and their nerves deadened, leaving only shells to contain enhanced biomechanics and augments. False eyes swept the chamber in a degree of spectrums, cataloging everything, from the stone, the unnatural heat, the lights with no direct source of power, and the multiple small carvings of flowing scripture that entwined around the entire room.
All of this was pushed aside however, as lenses adjusted and sighted the far wall, where, instead of pure stone, lay another door, even more ornate than the first. Images in pristine condition lay bear, complex and expertly carved. Feats of valor, inscribed with names in an unknown language. Massive beasts and monsters lay slain, armies of humanoid figures bedecked in ancient armor kneel together in the direction of a single figure that dominated the center of the door. The figure's fists were balled, raised up as if roaring to the heavens themselves, as they were split apart by a vortex of power. The figure's weapons lay at their waist, save for two; a pair of massive talons, placed upon the forearms of the figure, jutting forward past it's raised appendages.
The red robed figures stopped upon finishing their inspection, backing away and sliding into the corners of the chamber, to allow the entrance of a final figure. Different from the others in any manner, the black clad mass of armor stood tall in the chamber, towering over the red robed figures as they bowed in humble supplication. The armor of the final member of the entourage was pristine despite the harsh conditions from without, their armor polished to a near mirror shine, with only the singular white accents to disprove this gigantic being as a demon or shadow. Red lenses focused solely on the door, as a massive gauntlet reached out to touch it.
With an almost gentle nature, the hand slides over the surface, searching alongside a piercing gaze. This tomb, as it seemed, would part with its secrets, willing or not. Moments passed by as scripture was studied by vigilant eye lenses, until finally the hand hovered before a singular word in alien runes. The figure pressed against it.
The orbs dimmed, casting the chamber in half shadow, until a new source, growing brighter by the second, was looked upon. Focus was drawn again to the elaborate door as it slowly gained color, despite its strictly physical nature. Old enchantments empowered the visage upon it, until the maelstrom at its center and the figure below were cast in near life-like lighting. A rumble reached out from behind, followed by the clanking and shifting of gears, and slowly the door lowered.
When it finally sealed itself within the floor, all that was left was an unlit passage, its floor declining sharply. The figure in black stepped forward, arms at its sides.
As they moved into the unpierced darkness, the light from above struck the figure one more time. As the figure descended, it flashed over their shoulder, and the emblem that resided upon. The head of an ancient beast of mythical origin, made simplistic in white lines.
A Dragon.